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Voyeurism	By : megabsupreme Category: +G through L > Ghostbusters (Filmation) > Ghostbusters (Filmation) Views: 3109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Real Ghostbusters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-PROLOGUE
- 2-PART 1
- 3-PART 2
- 4-PART 3
- 5-PART 4
- 6-PART 5
- 7-PART 6
- 8-PART 8
- 9-PART 9
- 10-PART 10
- 11-PART 11
- 12-PART 12
- 13-PART 13
- 14-PART 14
- 15-PART 15
- 16-PART 17
- 17-PART 18
- 18-PART 19
- 19-PART 20
- 20-PART 21
- 21-PART 22
- 22-PART 23
- 23-PART 24
- 24-PART 25
- 25-PART 26
- 26-PART 27
- 27-PART 28
- 28-PART 29
- 29-PART 30
- 13
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- 15
Ghost Command
The following morning brought the cruel scrutiny of the dawn to the newly joined bedfellows. Jessica awoke in a state of uncertainty and with a dull aching in her loins. She was not sure at first where she was or with whom. But her jerked arousal caused her lover to stir, so the mystery would soon be solved. Jake rolled over onto his stomach, coughing slightly in his sleep, drawing her attention. The events of the previous night came hurtling to the forefront of her mind as she stared at the deep scratches in his back. She hadn’t realized they’d hurt each other. She thought of how protective he always was of her and dreaded the moment he found out she was sore.
‘My God,’ she thought. ‘We’re really trying to do this. I can’t believe it.’ She ran her fingertips gently across Jake’s back where she’d injured him. He shivered a bit but did not wake. ‘Poor baby.’ She bent to gently kiss the scratches. ‘Well, at least you had fun!’ She smiled and quietly got out of bed. She put on Jake’s shirt and buttoned it. She had to go to the bathroom bad, her bladder protesting her belated concern, and she wasn’t about to strut around Ghost Command naked.
It stung a to to pee, more proof that they’d really gone to town on each other. After relieving herself, she returned to his bedroom, barely making a sound as not to wake him. She grabbed the oversized bag in which she’d brought her toiletries and change of clothes and tiptoed to the door to go brush her teeth and shower.

“Where do you think you’re going?”
She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice. She turned around and found Jake lying on his side smirkingher,her, his head a mussed up mass of blond. Her lips slowly parted in a big grin and she dropped the bag and ran back over to the bed. She let out a little giggle and launched herself into his arms. He laughed as she planted kisses all over his face. He finally captured her lips with his own. She sighed audibly against his mouth as he yanked the sheet from between them and rolled her onto her back. They ravaged each other’s mouths for several minutes, while he caressed her breasts through the material of his shirt that she wore.
She gasped in anticipation when he suddenly broke the kiss and swiftly flipped her onto her stomach. “Are you trying to tell me I need to go brush my teeth?” she asked suspiciously over her shoulder.
He laughed and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on her lips. “No, although I was thinking I must smell like I’ve been munchin’ on ‘you-know-what’ all night! Just trying not to offend.”
She turned around and clutched a pillow to her chest. “Offend! I’ll have you know my ‘you-know-what’ smells like a bed of roses!” she protested, a smile tugging at her mouth.
He smirked. “You certainly don’t hear me complaining.” He kissed her nose.
She broke out into a big silly grin, then just as suddenly got very serious. “I need to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get upset, okay?”
He frowned in confusion. “That depends on what you intend on telling me. I can give you my word that I’ll try my best not to overreact.”
She sighed and nodded. “Okay. I think we overdid it a bit last night.”
“Meaning . . . ?”
“Well, there’s your back for one.”
He tried to look behind himself but failed. “What about it?”
“Well, it kind of looks like you got into a fight with Freddy Kruger and lived to tell the tale.”
He got up and looked in the mirror over his shoulder. “Huh, would ya look at that?” he muttered absently. She looked away in shame. When he turned back and saw her face, he realized why she was upset. He went over and sat next to her. “Is that why you look so glum? I take these as a compliment of the highest order. They’re proof you really enjoyed yourself!” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “They don’t even hurt. I wouldn’t have known they were there if you hadn’t told me. Don’t trouble yourself about it. Besides, I’d like you to add more of them . . . now!” He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up, then tossed her down on the pillows. She screeched and then laughed. He pulled her legs apart and sat between them. “Now let’s see. You interrupted me before. Where was I?”
‘Uh oh.’ She pulled her legs out of his grasp and drew them up to her chest. “Sorry, but there were actually two things I needed to tell you.” She held up two fingers in front of his face. “And I think it’s the second thing that may not sit so well with you.”
He sighed then laid down beside her. “Okay. I’m listening.” She looked into his eyes and wanted to cry. He was going to be crushed.
“Well, I’m not the only one who was a little . . . rough.”
He squinted in confusion at first, and then his eyes widened in understanding. “I hurt you?”
She sighed and closed her eyes, the pain on his face more than she could bear. “Not . . . really.”
“Oh my God. I did. I hurt you.” Horrified, he tried to get up to flee from her sight, but she grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled him back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she mocked playfully. “You promised not to overreact.”
He struggled to get away, but she wrapped her legs around him to restrain him further. “I hurt you. I’m not overreacting.” Her ache redoubled at the exertion, but the pain was transient.
“Oh for goodness sake, I’m not dying, Sweetheart! I’m just a little sore! I wasn’t even going to stop you from mounting me a moment ago, as you were so obviously planning to do. I just wanted to ask you to be gentle. That’s all. Maybe let me get in a quick shower to soothe the aching a bit, and then we can pick up where we left off. How does that sound?”
“Like I’ll hurt you again.”
“Oh, quit being all pouty!” She smiled seductively. “I take it as a comentment of the highest order. You must’ve really enjoyed yourself,” she mocked. He looked into her eyes and smiled ever so slightly. She winked and kissed him. When the kiss ended, she leaned her forehead against his and smiled into his eyes. “You’re right. You do smell like you’ve spent the whole night munchin’ on ‘you-know-what’.”
He grinned. “It’s your ‘you-know-what’!”
She stuck her tongue out at him. He quickly grabbed the back of her head and sucked her tongue into his mouth, kissing her senseless. When he pulled away, he was very satisfied to find another silly grin plastered on her face. “Well, I can’t walk or see straight,” she mumbled incoherently. “Two outta three ain’t bad.” He smirked and stroked her cheek.
“I barely understood that. I’d say that’s three for three.” She chuckled and nodded. “Oh, uh . . . by the way. What did you just call me?” he asked with a cocky grin.
She stared at him. She was at a loss. “Huh?”
“What did you call me? Just a minute ago.”
She frowned. “Well clearly you know what I said and I don’t, so why are you asking me?”
H
He chuckled. “Don’t get all huffy, Sweetheart.”
“Huffy?!? Who are you calling . . . Sweetheart?” She realized what he’d said in mid-scold.
“You.”
“What?”
“I’m calling you that.”
“Why?”
“Which?”
“What?!?”
“Why which?”
She rolled her eyes. “Why which what?”
He laughed. “Why did I call you which one? Huffy or Sweetheart?”
She blushed and smiled. She’d almost thought she’d misheard him. “Oh. Well . . . Sweetheart.”
He shrugged. “You called me that first. Figured it would be okay.”
Her eyes got huge. “I called you that?”
His face got very serious. “Yes, you did. But under the circumstances, I’d understand if you didn’t really mean it.”
She gaped at him in disbelief. Here was a man who thought the world of her, cared immensely for her, was very attracted to her, was willing to sleep with her until she got what she needed, and then give her up, all to make her happy. And now she had given him a glimmer of hope that she cared for him too, and he was offering her an out to explain it away if she wanted. Maybe she was going about this all wrong.
Her eyes welled with tears and she blinked them away. “No, Sweetheart. I meant it.”
He exhaled heavily and closed his eyes. She rested her head on his chest and hugged him. He encircled her in his arms and just held her. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“For leaving me with at least that.”
She sighed again, feeling another wave of guilt at asking him to give up so much. “You’re . . . you’re welcome.” She just didn’t know what else to say. But she knew what to do.
She sat up and kissed him. She pulled him up into a sitting position and turned over onto her stomach in front of him. She got up on her knees and clutched a pillow under her head.
He smiled and caressed her backside. He positioned himself behind her and entered her slowly as not to cause her more discomfort. She exhaled a shaky breath and moaned blissfully, closing her eyes.
She figured her shower could wait.
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